One of These is Not Like the Other

Should I do an entire post about the love of my life, pizza?

Obviously, the answer is yes.

You may then be wondering:

Are you running out of content for your blog, therefore forcing you to write about pizza?

I just feel like writing about pizza, okay?!

-Now that we have that out of the way-

I think I have mentioned this before, but let me reiterate. I LOVE pizza.

I have previously discussed the true story of the woman who married pizza, and how I briefly considered it ... but I think it was for the best that I nixed that idea due to the lack of financial benefit.

With one of my good friends about to embark on a trip to Italy, I decided that was the perfect excuse to go through my old photos and relive that one time I frolicked through the streets of Italy,

because it's all about me.

JK. But her excitement made me nostalgic for that magical vacation.

The sights.

The sounds.

The history.

The gelato.

The pizza.

I have as many pictures of the Colosseum as I have of personal pies purchased in the Motherland.

I'm not even embarrassed or ashamed.

My love of pizza is a badge of honor and part of my identity.

The question is, are you as in love with pizza as me?

Can you identify the non-authentic pizza?